and the greater part of the crowd spread their clothes on the road, while others cut branches from the trees and strewed them on the road.

Let the fig tree teach you a parable. As soon as its branches turn soft and put out leaves, you know summer is at hand;

It is less than any seed on earth, but when it grows up it is larger than any plant, it becomes a tree, so large that the wild birds come and roost in its branches."

I tell you, after this I will never drink this produce of the vine till the day I drink it new with you in the Realm of my Father."